Poem #9

Walking the country in haste,

To escape that which seeks,

As death follows us all.

Often it is a calm and patient companion,

Cursed with contempt

By those who lack the understanding,

The familiar friend teaching us

Of our own short time

And that of the world around us.

I choose to give the friend

The experience of keeping pace.

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